Some plays need to look as if they're being performed with absolutely no effort whatsoever. They must seem merely tossed off. That's the fun of them. Perhaps the most famous example is Private Lives, the jazzy romantic comedy Noel Coward wrote in 1930.
Can it be that one of the funniest and one of the most anarchic comic writers of the 20th century, a true member of the exclusive Sui Generis Club, is already forgotten? Not at the Westport Country Playhouse, he isn't.